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12 Rooms Of Hell

Your Friendly Neighborhood Gaymer

Jace O’Brian

Extras needed: Wears glasses

Age + birthday: 19 + March 5th

Birth Place: Florida, USA

Place/s grown up: Florida, USA

Living place now: Student Housing/Dormitories – no roommate, but plenty of people living on the same floor as him

Current job: College student – studying animation at the Art Institute of Fort Lauderdale

Family history: Jace comes from an upper middle class Irish-American family. Growing up, Jace wanted for nothing and had a lovely childhood, despite feeling like he was a little bit different from his friends and classmates. When Jace reached puberty, he finally came out as gay to his parents. Being the ‘religious’ family that they were, his parents were less than loving and supportive, but they didn’t go so far as to kick him out of the house or anything. They pay for his schooling and hope that he will soon ‘grow out of this phase’.

Relationship status + Sexuality: Forever Alone + Homosexual

Skills: Competitive video gamer, digital arts talent, and movie trivia

Weaknesses + Fears: Not at all athletic, in fact, he is quite thin + Suffers from undiagnosed depression, which he self medicates + Afraid of getting close to people

Biggest lifetime wish: To work for a game development company as an animator, or maybe do CGI for movies.

Baddest secret: When he first started realizing that he was gay and faced the rejection of coming out to the people he loved, Jace’s depression got really bad. He is no stranger to self-harm and even tried to commit suicide by taking a cocktail of pills. He woke up vomiting uncontrollably and it scared him enough to not try that again. His parents thought he had just been out drinking with friends and actually punished him for it. To this day, they still don’t know the truth.

Guilty Pleasure: Cuddling under blankets with a cup of cocoa and watching movies until the wee hours of the morning, pornography, and endless video gaming

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

@Melo

Looks good to me. You should discuss things in PM with @Savi and agree with how and why Jules and Addy broke up and then post the basics here on the OOC for the rest of us.

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

@Melo
Yes! Awesome! We need to fill the place of Fenris. Your character will be a male whose ex is adelisa and is close friends with jar and Hunter. Fill out a cs for approval!

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For reference, in case my literary description wasn't clear, Kiara's skin somewhat resembles that of the haunting zyra skin from league of legends. Her evil voice is also in that tone.

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Zhar’Ryk was just about to inform Kiara that his hollow threats were in fact not hollow when a girl patted him on the back and then flitted away in distraction. Not just any girl, though, a faerie! An Unseelie faerie! Had Kiara not been so preoccupied she might have ran up to and tackled the girl in excitement.

Somewhere between Kiara’s disrespectful tongue and the other faerie girl’s indiscretion, Zhar’Ryk had lost it. It wasn’t until after it had happened that Kiara could begin to assess her situation with an appropriate amount of understanding and judgement. Kiki looked down to see dark blood pooling along three huge gashes across her chest. Her lip trembled slightly, she’d never felt something quite like this before. The pain was soon overshadowed by a much darker emotion. How dare he! He actually fucking hit her! No one had ever dared to strike her before, not even when she insisted on learning how to spar in court. But he had marred her beautiful flesh, and ruined her handmade dress, all in one inexcusable motion.

Kiara’s eyes turned a deep, dark red, there were no distinctions between pupils, irises, or sclera, her eyes just glowed with the color of her rage. Gone was any trace of light in the faerie, there was no more laughter and no smiles, it was like Kiki wasn’t with them anymore. This was just a shadow of the girl. When she spoke to say “How dare you,” even her voice had changed from bubbly and tinkling to deep and sinister. Her deadly gaze didn’t move from the the target of her ire, it was like they were the only two beings in the room, no one else mattered. If someone had tried to speak to Kiara, she didn’t hear them… she wasn’t there.

The skin around the lacerations was the first to lose its glamour, hardening into stone and sealing the wounds. The fleshy gashes were now huge cracks in Kiara’s torso as the stone spread out over her body until she was completely reverted to her faerie form. She looked like a statue that had been shattered and then pieced back together by magick. The cracks in between the pieces of her stone body glowed the same color as her eyes. Her bare feet rooted themselves in the ground as her anger caused tremors deep within the earth. The ground trembled as if a hoard of giants was marching by and the stone pillars in the ballroom shook, threatening to let the ceiling crash down upon everyone.

“Oh dear!” Lily Bertram remarked as she looked up at the unsteady pillar nearest her and then over to the first year faerie girl. Professor Bertram might not be the faerie advisor, but she was personally well-acquainted with wild fury of elemental magick, and this was not looking good. In her early, tumultuous, witch years, Lily had nearly leveled whole towns and forests with the power of her wind storms. A couple of the other teachers were heading over to break up the impending dragon fight and Lily busied herself searching through the potion vials she had on her person. “Where is it? Where is it?” she frantically whispered to herself as she thumbed through the vials. “Aha!” she said as she retrieved the power stripping potion nearly all teachers were required to carry as a security measure in case a magical student got out of control.

“You guys take care of the dragons, I’ve got the faerie.” Lily said to professors Ghardelli and Langley. Ms. Bertram strode over to Kiara and uncorked the vial before tossing it at the faeries feet. The purple liquid puddled around Kiara’s feet and began to glow as it temporarily drew out her magick. Lily stared up at the ceiling with worry in her eyes, hoping she wasn’t too late.

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@FallenTrinity

Go for it. make sure to leave an opening for her reaction though. She'd most likely be pretty stunned.

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@FallenTrinity

"Faults Condemned by Faeries
Faeries dislike boasters, braggarts, and babblers. Meanness, rudeness, and selfishness are unpopular with them, as is slovenliness, sluttishness, ill-temper, and bad manners. Gloominess is shunned, and to thank them for a gift is a breach of etiquette. However, the worst crime of all is to infringe on their privacy. They hate anyone who betrays their secrets, and they also hate inquisitive people who spy on them and clumsy oafs who break into their revels without permission."

Kevin L. O'brien

Zhar'Ryk came in wearing quite the coat of faults. Enjoy today's issue of Sassy KiKi! XD

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“What are you doing here?” Suley demanded of the other dragon. Kiara was unaware of the magick radiating from her, as her powers had yet to truly manifest themselves, but, in that moment, she did feel powerful. And angry. Kiki glared daggers at Zhar’Ryk, her nostrils flaring like a petulant child whose ice cream cone just got taken away.

“That’s no way to greet your brother after 300 years is it?” The stranger asked and Kiki didn’t bother to hide her shock when her mouth fell agape. Brother? 300 years? Kiara looked over to Suleykar as if for confirmation… how old was he, anyway? He hardly ever talked about himself, except for in those moments before he took her to the dancefloor. Dancing… yes, that was so lovely until -- Kiara’s blackened eyes once again glared at Zhar’Ryk -- he ruined it.

It seemed as though anger wasn’t only flowing through Kiara, because it was rolling off of Zhar’Ryk in waves as he ranted at his brother. And Suley claimed dragons were good at suppressing their emotions... The air around Kiara took on a shimmer as she drank in the sustenance of the negative emotions around her with an innocent smile on her face. Only then did the dragon pay her any mind. Zhar’Ryk flashed her a menacing fang-toothed grin before addressing her.

“Oh? You must be Kiara of the Unseelie Court. Daughter of Cynbel and great granddaughter of Queen Morrigan. What an honor to meet a… faerie of such nobility.” Zhar’Ryk said and locked eyes with her. Well, that secret was short-lived. Had she ever really hoped to keep it, anyway? People will always gossip… Kiara handled the situation with grace, however, keeping her face straight despite her surprise at his knowledge.

“Pfft, honor?” Kiara asked with an incredulous chortle, “Honor is a lie.” The recitation came as easy as a breathing, the code was like the Court’s own heartbeat. Zhar’Ryk took a step towards Kiara and Suley pleaded with him, throwing up some barrier between them. It was a nice enough gesture, but the fey are proud creatures and, as such, Kiara never wanted to feel like she needed protection. She might not yet know the taste of battle, but she sure as hell would go down swinging if it came to a fight.

“You are a brave little faerie…” Zhar’Ryk began his monologue as, apparently, dragons were known to do. Faeries aren’t the only proud supernaturals, so it seems. Suley stiffened beside her. Zhar’Ryk’s words were meant to be a threat but Kiara always loved a good verbal sparring match, and it was her turn to monologue.

“Pawns, hmm?” she asked with an eerily civil smile and a twinkle in her dark eyes. “You cannot hope to pull the wool over the eyes of a faerie. We who cannot tell lies are oh-so-talented at detecting them. Your threats are hollow. There is no bad blood between our kin; no reason to break such a rewarding alliance. We want the same things: chaos, bloodshed, to please our Dark Queen -- different though their names may be -- and to take down the proud Children of Bahamut who fight beside the Seelie.” Kiara matched his step towards her with an advance of her own, crossing her arms behind her back once more.

“You won’t be tearing my flesh at all… but you will be apologizing for your rudeness. You interrupted a very lovely moment and then, apparently knowing full well who I am, greeted me without so much as a bow. Tisk tisk.” Kiara looked up at him haughtily over the bridge of her nose and then smiled at the obviously uncomfortable Suleykar. “And what of who he really is?” she asked Zhar'ryk. “Do you expect a member of the Shadow Court to be afraid of the dark?” Kiara punctuated the sentence with a spell of her tinkling laughter. Her anger was subsiding almost as quickly as it had come, as harsh and sudden as a summer storm, only to be followed by a rainbow.

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That list of colors...



(legit my face right now... a whole new world of colors before me...)